by Caneel
(Maine)
She's so perfect
I'm like air
He loves her
And I'm not there
She's so nice
And still so mean
If she had a slate
I'd wipe it clean
Now I'm competing
And I have to win
I have to sing
From within
Maybe he'll notice me
If I get first place
I could sing so well
With passion and grace
I could hold up the trophy
And watch her face
And he might look at me
And I'd float off into space
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